At times, life can be a b***h, wouldn’t you agree? I have been missing in action, and I want to let all of you know I have not abandoned my blog or my readers. I’ve just had a lot going on in real life.
Last February, my dad was admitted to the hospital. He had a heart attack and a UTI. Thank God, they found no damage to his heart. The whole incident left him very weak, and he wound up having to get around in a wheelchair. He never really was quite the same after that hospital stay.
His oncologist told me then that his cancer had become very aggressive and has not only spread to his bones, (he was initially diagnosed with stage 4 prostate cancer) but also spread to his bladder. He was in so much pain.
Since February, he wound up in the hospital two more times. The last time, back in July, after a few days, he became unresponsive. It was like he went to sleep. He struggled to breathe, and once I got to Florida, from Indiana, they had put him on a C-pack.
After a couple of days, with dad still being unresponsive, we decided to move him to hospice. There they kept him comfortable and made sure he was no longer in pain. On July 28th, he passed away. We moved him into hospice about three that afternoon, and he passed away at 11:44 that night. I got the call shortly after midnight.
I have a beautiful mahogany urn, with his ashes, for a military funeral — which he truly deserves. Thirty-one years of service, wouldn’t you? There is the USCG emblem on the box. I think he would’ve really liked that. As well as a tiny urn, with the USA flag on it, where I can spread his ashes at the foot of his mother’s grave, which he wanted. But all of this came to a screeching halt five days before his funeral.
Wound Up in the Hospital
On Sunday, August 11th, I went to the ER in pain. I was told I had a kidney stone, MRSA (in my nose), and a UTI, so I was admitted into the hospital. After two days of IV antibiotics, and the urologist trying to get me to have a procedure, I opted for going home to pass my kidney stone. They sent me home with Oxycodone and an antibiotic.
I might as well have been given smarties for my pain, cause the Oxycodone did absolutely nothing for my pain! My pain was unreal.
And, you know what else? They never gave me any of the medicine I was taking at home. My everyday medicine. Thank God Tommy went ahead and brought it from home. They didn’t even ask about it. I found that to be extremely odd.
So Back We Went
After one day of being at home and being in a lot of pain, we went back to the hospital to have that procedure my urologist talked about.
Oh, and on top of everything I was already dealing with, I am told I have shingles. I can’t help but wonder if I got from my first stay in the hospital. I was told no, but I just have this feeling, yanno? Oh, and get this, my second stay in the hospital, which was only two days after my release from my first stay, I was not treated for my MRSA. I’m like, WTH?? How’s that for competent health care.
Anyway, I went for the procedure and had the stone pulverized and had a stent put in. All of this was supposed to help me pass the kidney stone with less discomfort for me. I was sent home the next day, and my nightmare began. The pain was unrelenting.
They sent me home with Percocet, which did nothing for my pain. Even my Vicodin that I take for arthritis flares did absolutely nothing. It was one of the two worse days in my 58 years. Most of my pain was from my UTI and shingles. Opioids do nothing for shingles, for that affects the nerves. I needed nerve pills for that pain.
On Monday, my husband called the urologist office. The receptionist told him the stone was no longer there. Now, no ct had been performed since the procedure, so how did they know whether the stone was still there or not?
My husband, Tommy, went berserk. He contacted a lawyer. But I’ve already decided we’re not going to go that route. We were told unless I lost a limb, it wasn’t worth it. Probably not worth it for the lawyers. That’s fine with me; I don’t want to bother with it.
The urologist office called back and said we were absolutely right, the stone was still there, and they wanted to schedule a day, where I could come into their office, and get the stent removed. I was like, you’re kidding me, right? I then informed the receptionist I was heading north, back home to Indiana to see my doctors. She still tried getting me to come to their office, to get my stent removed, I wound up having to hang up on her.
Once we were back home, I went to the ER. Thank goodness for Tommy, he had my records from Florida. Anyway, I had vowed to never go to a doctor or hospital down in Florida again. We had a previous nightmare in Florida, back in 2015. But I won’t go into that one.
The ER, here in Indiana, did a CT and found a tiny piece of my stone was there. Imagine that! They changed my meds around, mainly my anti-biotics. Then gave me Gabapentin, a nerve pill for my shingles pain. Thank God. That made such a difference in helping with the pain caused by the shingles. Tommy also bought Verasil and CBD lotion to apply topically. The CBD lotion worked better and wasn’t all greasy.
My UTI is finally gone. The kidney stone and stent is not. Which has made me so miserable that I don’t want to wait till October 8th to see my urologist? I am going to call today and see if I can get that appointment moved forward.
I still have the shingles, but blisters are gone. Just when I think they’re going away, they come back with the same intense pain. My primary doctor informed me that some people never get rid of the shingles. You know I was excited to hear that.
I want to go back to Florida before the cold weather hits here in Indiana. But I refuse to go back down there until I am 100% healthy. We have plans to spend Thanksgiving with our two older girls down in Fort Myers, Florida, so I am so hoping to be well by then, the latest.
Oh, I almost forgot, we had planned to have a military funeral for my father on August 16th, but since I was in the hospital, we had to postpone his funeral. The plan is to have his funeral on December 2nd. Then on the 3rd, he wanted his ashes spread at the foot of his mom’s grave. So we will do that as well. He deserves a military funeral. And we’ll also be spreading some his ashes, at his mom’s grave, which has me keeping my word that I made to him RIP dad, and I love you. Say hi to mom, papa, and nana for me! <3
I had a mammogram done this week, Sept. 23rd, and finally some good news–it came back normal. I needed a little bit of good news. I know in time I will be back to normal, but not soon enough.
I’m sorry if I went into such detail. But I just wanted my readers to know that I did not abandon my site. And that I have some great ideas for articles coming soon. So stay tuned, lol.
Also, if there is an article idea you may have, please leave them in the comment section below. I’ll check them out and possibly write about it, giving you credit, of course.
I have an appointment for this Friday to get this damn stent removed!!!
And thanks for listening to my woes. LOL Who know’s maybe it’ll help me get it off my chest!
I went in a got my stent removed. A big shout out to Dr. Orr for fitting me in and not making me wait till the 8th. He also informed me that what stone was still there you could barely see, and he wasn’t too worried about it for now. He said it might grow, but that drinking plenty of water and a low salt diet would help greatly. And possibly keep it from growing.
I still have the darn shingles, but after everything I’ve already been through, I believe they will be gone soon as well. Prayers work wonders.